"We should keep you for now," a man said, his face blurred. She didn't recognize him, but she knew how to call him.
"For what uncle?" she asks the man. He looks at him.
"They can't know who you are, the man said worriedly.
'Who am I? 'She thought
She just looked at the man; it looks like they're in a room full of books—no entrance, no door, no windows, just a book.
"Zoe?, darling." One of the bookshelves suddenly moved; there was a tunnel, and it spat out a woman and a man whose faces were blurred too.
"Don, its time," the man said, and he came close to her.
'Don? It's time for what? ' She just stares at those people and waits for them to say something again.
"Verlene, sorry," the don't said, and he hugged her.
"What do you mean?The don can see confusion in her eyes.
"Let's go,
